Luyện nghe bài hát Song in the Key of Chance

In the chest of a dealer
And a foul charge
As he smoothes sour cream from his pony
And metes her an barrage
(O, the is hard)

Of a rank Summer here
Drunk on domestic
The burnt English girls bray mares
The men like snakes

O, no faith in this article, baby
No and no lie, lie, lie, lie
I up one morning and it lay there beside me
It for me to ask why

But to reason with a dry and a half-open eye
people weren't born to dance
While are halted mid-step to the beat
Of a song in the key of

Make one sickening
Born of a base and a high mind
And make it swing a witch

Wealthy young men, hale timber
Who dally in the Spring time steady in the Winter
While over the river, needles for teeth
The spindle and stick men, apportioned a
Take to drink and drown,
O, the I love and the stories I hate

The city horses are tired, give something to drink
Take the weight of the wagon from off of their
And the iron their feet

At the top of the morning, top, top, top of the
Is a look when you look, look,
Look into somebody's and you meet
Is a look when you look, look, look, into somebody's eyes
And you know that they'd just as soon you as smile

There's no faith in article baby
No and lie, lie, lie, lie
I woke up one morning and it lay there me
It for me to ask why

But to reason with a dry and a half-open eye
Some people weren't to dance
While others are halted mid-step to the
Of a in the key of chance